Well after a late goal on Sunday to give West Ham a win it was a late winner for us in a controversial game at Goodison Park last night. Emmanuel Adebayor is my new hero as he rose to score a header from a corner, of all things, and save me the agony of listening to the two muppets commentating on BBC Radio Merseyside. Jesus they were hard work.
The controversy came about when Andy Johnson thought he should have had a penalty and then Graham Poll sent off James McFadden for allegedly calling him a cheat. McFadden denied it saying that he thought Poll’s decision was ‘fucking shite’ which if you say it in a Scottish accent with 40,000 people screaming and moaning you can see how it might have been misconstrued.
Still, Johnson did his very best to win another penalty tumbling in the box a couple of hundred more times but to no avail.
By the sounds of it we should have had a penalty of our own when Jeremie Aliadiere was brought down in the area. Even Stadler and Waldorf in the commentary box thought it was a penalty.
Beyond that I can’t really say too much more about it. It sounded like Mathieu Flamini had a very good game in midfield and Denilson got a few kicks. Mark Randall came on to make his debut and for more check out Goodplaya who was there last night.
It’s a shame that all the headlines will be about Graham Poll, again, and not the fact that our second string, if you like, beat Everton at home. In a way I can understand Everton’s frustration – we’ve been on the receiving end of Poll’s bullshit more than once so it’s nothing to do with favouritism or anything like that. It’s entirely to do with Graham Poll being shit – summed up perfectly here – but them’s the breaks and any sympathy I had or could have is obliterated by having to listen to those commentators.
They castigated Poll for the sending off despite having no idea what McFadden might have said then at half time the ‘ex-pro’, whoever he was, tore into Poll for being a crap ref and how he always has to be the centre of attention. Then he said he hoped Poll evened things up in the second half by sending off an Arsenal player. What a fucking moron. Anyway, thanks again Ade, you saved me!
Still no word from Arsene Wenger as he once again refused to speak to the press after the game. The news emerged yesterday that both he and Alan Pardew are to be charged by the FA for ‘improper conduct‘ and they have until November 23rd to reply to those charges. Tomorrow’s pre-Liverpool press conference is going to be interesting provided AW doesn’t send along a native American to attend for him or something.
The charges are absolute nonsense, if you ask me. A storm in a teacup has been blown out of all proportion by Sky and the media. No, it wasn’t great but it wasn’t anywhere near as bad as they’re making it out to be. After a weekend when two players from two different clubs were hit by coins thrown from the crowd (one of those clubs being Everton another reason why it’s hard to feel sympathy for them) the fact that they’ve made so much out of the nothing incident between Wenger and Pardew shows that Sky, the tabloids and the poxy FA have their priorities as straight as Graham Norton.
So into the next round we go, no doubt we’ll draw Chelsea away or something like that. Southend at home would be nice though so the ‘kids’ can play in front of our own fans and have a good game against a team that is obviously far better than Manchester United.
In other news, and there’s very little, Cesc’s dad has been talking about how Teddy Sheringham is old enough to know better after his scrap with the Catalan midfielder on Sunday. He also says Cesc needs to be a little less ‘loco’ sometimes, that Arsenal need to stand up the physical teams a bit more and gives another example of how level headed the young man is. When he signed his new deal he didn’t have a big party. He just stayed at home, ate some pa amb tomà quet and drank an extra big glass of Vichy Catalan.
And that’s that. Tomorrow we have the arsecast which includes an interview with Perry Groves, a competition from classicfootballshirts.co.uk and much, much more. Well, possibly just much, not much, much. Or even simply more. No muches at all.
Until then.
